She walks around the place,
Opening her heart and her hairs,
Cute little baby
I have seen grown
Into a raunchy girl
And a pretty stone.
Thanks for the night
Turning cold and quite
Into it when I went,
Speaking to the curls of smoke you vent
Oh dear if it could heal
The heart,
But a helpless clown
I go down.
As you stand over me
I can see into lifes eternity
So they go away,
Careless streams seeping into the hay
And I hope you won’t swing tonight
Closing the windows to the morning light
With the flicker of fire
Into the blue of your eyes,
I could swim,
Into the coldness
Of these lights going dim
For now its time,
When I can see
You before me
And I can feel all that’s into the dark
With no reason to see it all
For I have it racing into my heart
Into flowing flute,
I reason for voices going mute
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Monday, September 01, 2008
The peacock it sung,
Over the borders of mud terrace
Droplets fell blooming and falling
Leaving the streams over tender face
Bees flew fluttering little feathers
Into the winds the buzzing little hearts hung
Droplets fell blooming and falling
trembling streaks over tender face
Chimes from the temple
So distant and faraway
Come whisking to this night like
Like dawn stretching out in her own little ways
Awaken to this light,
Some one sang to me, awaken into the night
For what you see,
awaken to tenderness, of the naked sight, she said
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